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We both need space to think about our futures, our pasts, and what we really want.
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I sprawl on top of my bed and stare at my ceiling, allowing my mind to wander. I try to visualize what might happen to all of us. Unfortunately, my imagination keeps coming to disastrous conclusions during a confrontation with Karma.
There’s a knock on my door, and I open it to find a box on the floor outside my room. Bringing it to my bed, I pull the top off and find an evening gown inside. A note sits on top.
Karma likes us to dress up for her formal visits, and I know you don’t have anything appropriate in your closet.
— Dante
I pull out the dress. It’s one of the dresses I offhandedly commented on during our mall outing from the upscale wedding shop with a gorgeous selection of formal gowns. This particular silky black dress has a high-low hemline with a plunging neckline, and it twinkles like the night’s sky with its sparkles.
I strip down and slip the dress on. It fits perfectly. I have to give Dante credit for knowing how to pick out clothing for a woman. I try on my black, strappy high heels to finish the look, then I pick up my phone to text him.
Tessa: Thanks for the sexy threads.
Dante: Can’t wait to see how incredible you look in it. I will have a hard time not stripping it right off you and exposing your luscious skin.
My face flushes with the memory of how it felt to be with him last night. I know we need our time to figure out what to do, but I also realize we might not have a tomorrow.
Tessa: Why wait? I could use help to get it off now.
A second later, my door bursts open, and Dante gazes hungrily at me. “Let me see you.”
I give him a slow spin.
He shuts the door and moves closer. “I finally get to see you in those fuck-me heels.”
“You’ve been eyeing them in my closet like a perv, huh?” I ask.
“Total perv.” He grins devilishly. “Not going to lie.”
“You aren’t into foot fetishes or something, are you?” I arch an eyebrow at him.
“Justyourfeet.” His hands trail along my arms and then to the straps on my shoulders. “I will worship the ground you walk on.” He kisses my shoulder. “But not in a weird way.”
“Oh, yeah, totally not in aweirdway.”
I giggle when he swiftly moves behind me to admire the low back of the dress. His fingers follow the line down my spine to the zipper at the top of my ass.
At the nape of my neck, the dress straps are held in place with a delicate chain. Dante unclips it and pushes the straps forward so the front of my dress falls free from my breasts. He slides his hands over my shoulders and takes each globe in his hands, kneading me gently. “Whoops. Have to make sure that doesn’t happen when you wear this out in public.”
Dante moves around to my front and admires his work. He kneels and strokes me from my toes up to the hem, just above my knees, before he slips his hand under my skirt. Briefly skimming across my center, he moves both hands to my ass.
“I don’t think that’s how you get to the zipper,” I say playfully.
“Hmm. I think you might be right, but it’s fun trying.” He kisses my upper thighs moving closer, adding little licks.
“True.” I open my stance, hoping he will ease the throbbing between my legs.
In one movement, he stands and brings his hands around my waist to open the zipper at my back. The dress falls to the floor, and he finally presses his lips to mine. I moan with the broken tension, even if I wish his mouth was on another part of me.
“On the bed,” Dante orders.
A thrill zips through me and directly to my clit.
I comply and hop up onto the bed.
